Thursday, December 25, 2014

Meowy Catmas, everyfurry! We've been having so much fun over here at the PDX pride! Thank you to all our friends who have sent Catmas cards! Mommy and Daddy read them to us and let us look at the wonderful piccies when we get them! We'll send out cards, too, but it will be a few days before we get them mailed.

I've been taking care of Mommy again. She got sick and had to go to the ER, but she's doing better now. I try to take care of her tummy, but she says purring on it doesn't help it heal. She lets me purr next to her tummy, though, and that helps a lot! It's a furry important job, and that's why I got a special Christmas bandana this year! I paraded all around the living room, showing it off to everyone.

Tabby writes:

I got a new outfit, too! I was so excited to get it; I couldn't even sit still for the picture! It's a black & plaid dress, and it matches Heimdall's bandana perfectly! Mommy and I couldn't go to H. or C. this month because of Mommy's tummy, but we'll be able to go next month, and she says I can wear my new dress on those visits instead of a Christmas visit. That's ok with me, I guess.

I did go on a very important visit at the beginning of this month, though! I went to Mommy's church in Vancouver, WA, to entertain kids whose families participate in the Winter Hospitality Overflow (WHO) shelter program. WHO was putting on a health fair for the participating families, who are homeless and need assistance of various kinds (housing, medical, monetary, nutrition, etc.). The health fair had information on free medical & dental clinics, food assistance, housing assistance, and hands-on stations with basic checkups from nurses, medicine checkups, manicures, massages, and foot-washing. For the kids, they also had gingerbread house decorating, coloring masks, and playing with toys. I was there to entertain the kids and take some stress off the parents, plus promote healthy interactions with animals. I was very important!

Mommy and I took a taxi to the church, because we had to be there pretty early in the morning. The driver was the same one who took us to the pet expo last April! He was glad to see me again, and told us how his kitty was doing. He even let us sit up front and petted me while he was driving! When we got to the church, the lady in charge told us what we would be doing and I got settled in. At first I wondered what I was supposed to do, because it was a totally new environment for me. Where were the people crowding around to see me and pet me? Where were the beds, walkers, laps, and chairs? Why weren't people calling me over? What was I supposed to do in this large, open space, with only two rows of mostly-empty chairs and some long tables scattered about?

It took me a while to realize that I was supposed to just be myself, like I do at home, and not like I do on a regular visit. I was supposed to walk around on my leash, say hi to people, ask them for pets, and hop onto chairs. Those parts of my duties and training didn't change. But on this visit, I could also talk a little (as long as I didn't scream), play with the toys the kids put near me, and investigate things! I'm usually not allowed to do those things on a visit! It was fun; more like playing with JJ than being on a visit!

The kids naturally gravitated toward me. Two kids in particular wanted to be my assistant trainers, because Mommy told the kids I was learning how to interact with people in this new environment. The two boys shared me nicely. The older one pushed me in the stroller around the room and got me used to being there, then gave me a nice chair to curl up in. He sat in another chair next to me, petting me and talking to Mommy about me. A lady with a walker came up, and I immediately switched into my regular visiting mode. She has an emotional assistance cat, but she can't have her with her at the hotel where they were staying. I visited with her, her husband, and their young daughter for a while, then the second boy came to see me. He and his sisters had met me when the first boy had, but his sisters had gotten bitten by a cat in the past so they were leery of petting me or being close to me much. The brother wanted to be sure I wouldn't bite or scratch, but once he was convinced that I would be good, he was my very best friend for the rest of the time we were there!

The boy held onto my leash just like Mommy showed him, and we walked around the whole narthex of the church, investigating all the windowsills. It was so much fun, and everything smelled differently than my windows at home! At one point, I walked under a rolling table and the organizer of the event had to get Mommy's attention to have her "rescue" me. Mommy walked right over and called me to come out, and I came right back out. All I wanted to do was have a nice nap in a quiet space, and that looked about as inviting as anywhere else! Mommy brought my stroller over and I got in, taking about a half-hour nap while she visited with some people who were at one of the tables.

After my nap, the little boy found us again. He wanted to have me help him with his gingerbread house, but I couldn't. I did play trains and cars with him and the girls, though! I think I was a bridge at one point, but I'm not quite sure, because sometimes the cars flew over me and sometimes they went around me. I politely sniffed them, and pushed a couple with my nose, but wasn't really interested in batting at them right then. The boy wanted to push me around in my stroller some more, so he, Mommy, and I walked all around the church and back out into the narthex. Those two rows of chairs were still there! I wanted to get out of the stroller and investigate them, because they intrigued me, so I hopped out and got pets from one of the other volunteers. I then walked over him to the next chair in line. Mommy told my friend that I like to walk from chair to chair, so he very nicely moved all the chairs in the line so they were touching each other, like a huge train! I happily walked about three-quarters of the length, about 10 chairs, then got tired again. Back into my stroller I went, while the little boy and Mommy talked about the functions of my harness and leash, my stroller, and my walking jacket. After seeing me in action and walking around with me for that long, he had a lot of good questions! He wanted to know why I ran out of energy so quickly, where my food and water were, did I sleep in the stroller, and did I have a home. Mommy answered that I ran out of energy faster because I am smaller, my food and water were in bowls in the closet area, I do sleep in the stroller, and I have a home in a house with Mommy, Daddy, and the other kitties.

It was an exhausting day, but very fun! Even the two little girls who were afraid of me were happy to see me and know now that not every cat will attack them. I'm glad I made a difference for all those kids and people!

Sherbet writes:

Hello, everyone. I'm still inside! At the moment, I'm under the bed again, where I've been for most of the time. I come out to eat, drink, and use the box, but the rest of the time I stay hidden. It's a very different life from being outside! A couple weeks ago, Auntie Shawnee came to clean the room I'm hiding in. Boy, was that ever a traumatic day! All those sounds, and wondering what was going on, and then a horrible thing happened! They moved my bed! They actually moved it clear across to the other side of the room! I scooted out of there so quickly I was just a blur, bounced off the wall in the hallway, and ended up on the sink counter in the bathroom! I'm still not quite sure how I got up there!

Panther hit my seat while I was trying to see if the window would open. It wouldn't, so I turned and hissed at my brother. He backed off when everyone told him to, so I hopped down and started for the living room. Panther started chasing me! We ran into the living room at top speed, so I looked around for the highest safe spot. Seeing a bookcase, I climbed it, but it was full of computer parts that crashed down around me! They and I were alright, but what a commotion! Everyone in the household came out to see what in the world was going on, and I got out of there as fast as I could. I ran to the other side of the fireplace and hopped onto the small table next to the end of the couch. There was a nice pillow on it that I used as a bunker, as you can see from the picture! This is where I stayed for the next hour and a half until everyone and everything calmed down. Mommy sat in the chair and worked on a project, Daddy fell asleep in his chair, and the other cats went about their routines. Dare checked on me and Tabby walked over to touch noses, make friends, and lie down almost touching me! Both of them check on me under the bed now, as does Rori. When there are visitors in the house, Rori even comes under the bed to hide with me, and we talk! I'll come out when I'm ready, but it may be a while.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Hi, everyone! I'm Panther's brother, and I normally live outside. I was unmercifully tricked into this metal box on Tuesday, kept inside for a day, then rode in a car somewhere. I was drugged then rode back home in another car. I had a big adventure, and it's still continuing! More on that later, though....

I never came inside when Panther did, because the humans didn't know about me then. I started coming around after Tigress came back, once Panther was already inside. He gets so excited when he sees me, and we have the same eyes and facial structure, so we must be related somehow. That's why the humans call us brothers. From the humans' estimation, we're the same age: 2 years old (just barely).

On Tuesday, the box appeared in my usual eating spot on the back porch. I saw the human lady put it out there. She talked softly to me, but I hid under the deck until she was done arranging the box. She put food in it, but I didn't believe it was food for me. I waited a while, then decided to try to eat it. I went into the box, stepped over the trip plate with my front paws, and ate what I could of the dry food. The lady put more food out, then some tuna. I had to put my back feet on the trip plate to get at the yummy stuff, and that's when it happened. I jumped so high I hit my head and back on the top of the trap and it jumped, too! I didn't like that, so I didn't jump anymore. I froze, even when the lady brought the trap inside. I figured the others wouldn't see me if I didn't move, but they saw me anyway. Once I was inside, my silly brother walked right up to the trap and swatted my behind through the wires! I guess he wanted to play, but it surprised me. I didn't do anything, though, and he got in trouble for it.

The others circled around me, walking in a line around the trap and sniffing me. Once they completed three or four circles each, they settled into the formation in the picture above. From left to right, it's Freya, Panther, Carbon, Tabby, Autumn, and then Little Bit is on the tote box under the table. Heimdall also played, but had walked off into the living room before this picture was taken. They are all really nice kitties, and my friend Tigress from outside is also in here. I'm glad I have someone familiar! The human man is nice, too, as well as the lady. The human man told me that I was safe inside this house and that no one would hurt me or fight with me. Autumn, the kitten, guarded me and hissed at anyone who dared to come right up to the trap to try to touch noses with me!

I was offered some wet food, but I didn't eat any of it. Carbon got mad that I got wet food and he didn't, so he lay down on top of the trap! The humans said that's a regular thing for him to do. It didn't bother me, except it was confusing. I kept looking up at him, but didn't move out from under where he was. I peed in the trap after scrambling to get out, but the lady cleaned it up because there was a towel and a garbage sack under the trap.

Auntie Cai took the lady and me over to the clinic that the Feral Cat Coalition of Oregon did and left me there! I was such a good boy for both my car rides, and didn't make any sounds or anything! I played teeter-totter with the trap while I was carried, though, walking from one end of it to the other. Well, what did they expect? I'm used to solid ground under my paws! The people at FCCO neutered me, cleaned my ears, gave me ear mite medicine, flea medicine, and my vaccinations. They thought I was a senior cat! I don't know where they got that idea, but that's definitely not what I look like. Maybe they thought my teeth were that old? Auntie Shawnee came with the lady to pick me up again, and I played teeter-totter a little. I was still very groggy from the anesthesia, though, so I didn't move around as much.

I spent a while longer at home in the trap, then I peed again. The people at FCCO had put a piece of newspaper as a lining in the trap, so the lady opened the door a little to take the newspaper out. I didn't want to let it go! I rode the newspaper from the end of the trap almost to the door of it, then I bit the lady's finger and ran out of the trap! To be fair, she had been holding her finger out for me to sniff, so I took that as an indication that it was something to bite. I didn't bite hard, though, just a warning chomp.

I found this roll-top desk in the dining room and climbed it. I stayed up there for about an hour, just watching everyone and taking in everything, trying to acclimatize to my new environment. The man walked right up to the other end of the desk and talked softly to me, telling me no one would hurt me here, and then blinked really slowly at me to tell me he loves me. I blinked back at him, so he blinked again. I like it in here, so I stayed inside even when the lady offered me the open door! After a while, I moved to the door but still didn't want to go out. The lady started watching tv, so I cruised around the dining room and even the living room before being spooked by the magic picture box and flying down the hallway. I found another desk in the far bedroom and hid there, hissing at a couple of the others when they came to find me. After a while, I wandered into the next room and found a quiet spot under the big bed.

I stayed under the bed most of yesterday and will probably stay under here for today, too. The lady put food and water in this room, but I don't trust anyone enough to go out to eat it or drink it yet. The man and the lady have both been coming in to talk to me, and the lady looked at me from the middle of the room. The others have been looking at me, too, but haven't really bothered me. I'm glad that everyone's giving me space and time to get used to everyone and everything. The lady put this odd thing called a Feliway diffuser on the wall, and that's helping to calm me down and make me feel more secure here. I don't know whether I want to stay inside all the time, but it's a nice place to be right now, at least under this bed.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Long time, no meow! I've been back at my foster home since Sunday, and it's been a confusing transition. I growled and hissed at Mommy Cai, Foster Daddy, and Foster Mommy the first day, because I'd been on my best behavior at my home the previous few days. I didn't want to be brought back to my foster home! Mommy Cai explained that she wanted to give Haley some time to readjust to being with her, because Haley used to be Mommy Cai's kitty a few years ago. Haley's a grumpy old lady! She growled at me and hissed, and sometimes swatted, so I lay down when I saw her. I really wanted to snuggle with Mommy Cai, though, so sometimes I would be on one side and Haley would be on the other. Haley didn't like that at all. I also would do things that annoyed Haley after she would growl at me. I got along with Beastie great, though! We'd run up and down the hallway, around through the rooms, up into the windows and down, then around again. Mommy Cai called it "Nascar time"! Beastie bit Mommy Cai when she came back without me. He's since almost forgiven her.

It took me a few days to adjust, but by the second day here I was watching the other kitties from a safe distance. I remember everyone, except there's a new kitten named Autumn. She and I aren't sure about each other, but we've said hi. Now I eat from the food plates at the same time as everyone else and even have reclaimed my recliner! Last night, I sat with Foster Mommy for the first time since I've been back. I get lonely in the middle of the night, the time I used to run around with Beastie, so I call down the hallway and Foster Mommy talks to me. I come out to get some pets from her and usually end up on my recliner.

I like watching my brother, Sherbet, out the back window. He looks like he's doing well, too! He's getting neutered in a couple weeks, and then he'll be doing really well. I wish he'd come inside so we could play, but he won't. He's now eating while the humans watch through the windows and coming when they call him, so that's a big improvement in the time I've been away!

I want to go back to Mommy Cai's. Everyone says that I'll get to visit there in a few weeks, for a short visit. I'll do that a few times, then do an overnight and see how it goes. I'll try to transition back there and see how Haley and I do with the slow reintroductions. I hope it goes well!

Sunday, November 16, 2014

I aced my spay! Wait, what? That's not how it's supposed to go? Well, what do I know? I'm just a 7-month-old kitten! Foster Daddy picked me up yesterday afternoon and brought me back home. I had just woken up and eaten a little, so I was still pretty groggy at first and barely talked at all in the car. Foster Daddy watched me closely the first few hours, and the first thing I did was climb up the ladder to the loft bed! He watched me really closely for that, and plucked me off there pretty quickly.

Foster Daddy wondered why I didn't snuggle with him right away, but then he realized that maybe I didn't feel good enough yet to hop up into the chair with him. Foster Mommy picked me up and lifted me into the chair, so I ended up snuggling on Foster Daddy and getting pets from both of them! I purred through the whole thing and tried to head-butt Foster Daddy's glasses like usual, so they knew I was feeling more like myself.

Aunties Dare, Rori, and Freya keep checking on me, and sometimes Aunties Tabby and Missy do, too. I was playing with the mesh on the carrier, because I think it's funny to be able to see through it, and Auntie Freya came over to play. She scared me, so I hissed at her. She got a funny look and backed off, like she couldn't quite believe I was hissing this soon!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

I'm in! I'm choosing to be inside more often, and for almost all the day and the night now! A couple weeks ago, I surprised Mommy while she was working on the computer. She felt me ask her and thought I wanted foot pets. Nope! I hopped up onto the computer desk like I've seen Uncle Heimdall and Auntie Rori do, and I wanted hand pets!

C'mon, Mommy! You take too many pictures. I'll just take a nap while you photograph me, then maybe I'll get some hand pets. (I eventually did get my pets.)

Autumn writes:

I'm learning a lot about "in" this week! First, we had a fire in the fireplace, which was exciting! And, no, I did not want to be "in" there with it. I liked watching it, though.

Foster Mommy wore her rain boots one of the days, and I had to check them to make sure Foster Mommy's legs were still in the boots. I pulled down the top of one, because it comes up to her knee, and there was her leg!

I stuck my head in the cupholder on Tabby's stroller, then bounced onto the bed and climbed in the pocket that hangs from the bed to hold books and a cell phone. Foster Mommy pulled me out, but I was very cozy in there! Next, I found some bags of treats that were hidden in a bag on a chair. Everyone loved those, especially Uncle Carbon! Yum!

I'm at the vet waiting for my spay today. What's a "spay", and will I like it? I rode in a car in a carrier today. Auntie Cai came over and picked Foster Mommy and me up to take us there, then took Foster Mommy to work. Foster Daddy had a doctor's appointment (not a vet one) today, so that's why just Foster Mommy went with me. I was good in the car, but talked a lot and really wanted out so I could watch everything through the window. I like riding in someone's arms better, but I couldn't do that this time. Foster Mommy said I'll come back home this afternoon sometime. The vet gave me a snuggly gingerbread stuffed toy, and I promptly lay down with it under my belly. I'm not sure I like this "vet" place, but I was content to be carried back to the waiting area and get in my cage to wait for my turn to be spayed. I'll get my vaccinations today, too. I'm 7 months old now! I'm adoptable to a good home in the Portland, OR,/Vancouver, WA, area.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Forever in our Hearts

Skylar and Lydia came into our lives in the summer of 2005, even before Tabby and Carbon did. Skylar actually came into Mommy's life two years before that, while she was gardening. He wandered over and started eating a cherry tomato that was on the ground! Mommy laughed and called him over, petted him, and found out his name from his collar tag. He lived with the Rich family, who had just moved in across the street from Mommy. For a while after that, Skylar would garden with Mommy and walk her to and from the bus stop, greeting her as she came home from work as well. She met the Rich family and became a kid-sitter for their daughter. She also met Lydia, Skylar's littermate sister, who at that time was much shyer around people than Skylar was.

When their family had to move across the country and leave the kitties behind, it was decided with a lot of tearful farewells to have Mommy adopt Skylar and Lydia because, as Mrs. Rich said, "Skylar has already adopted you." It was totally true! Later on, Lydia adopted Daddy as her person and Skylar adopted a second person, Mommy Erin. Lydia became the Big Kitty (alpha cat) of the household, and reigned supreme until her death, at which point she appointed Rori as the next Big Kitty. Skylar was everyone's favorite uncle, teaching the kittens, playing tails, wrestling, and generally enjoying life. Even as he aged and got sick, he still loved begging for food with his Siamese yowl and playing with straw wrappers and strings.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Your furry investigative repurrter Carbon here, with the news about the household. First of all, there has been an unexpected lull in our repurrting. Please pardon the interruption of the news. It couldn't have come at a worse time, when Auntie Lydia's Bridge Day Annifursary and National Feral Cat Day were upon us! However, our paws just aren't the best for typing on the human keyboards, and our typist was out of commission.

She's ok, though, and we put her back to work pronto! I watched out the window for any strange goings-on, like big dogs or sewer-sucky machines while she slept on the couch for a few days straight. Doctors Tabby and Heimdall revved their purr motors up and alternated sleeping on the couch back or behind her knees. Nurse Dare and Aide Autumn put their purring skills and super snuggling skills to good use on her legs. All of us made sure to supervise her walking around the house and we all were extra-good to not get underfoot.

Daddy took good care of us while Mommy was resting and recuperating. Daddy still will need to be the one in charge of us (and our food, water, and boxes) for about 6 weeks, because Mommy had gall bladder surgery. Mommy showed us the owies so that we would know what to avoid. Daddy made sure to tell us exactly how he expected us to behave. We mostly followed his expectations so far, with some kitten antics and some hairballs, but that's to be expected as well. Mommy will sleep on the couch for at least another week, maybe longer, which is just fine with us. More room to snuggle!

Monday, September 29, 2014

Today's Daddy's birthday! We're not saying how old he is, but it has a 4 in it somewhere. We're going to make sure he has LOTS of snuggles and purrs today, especially because he's got a cold so he needs our snuggles to warm him up. That little Autumn has been hogging Daddy lately, but today she's allowed to if she wants, I guess. Normally, his lap is my territory. At least she let me use the box first this morning, hmph.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Oh, hi! I didn't realize there were other humans and big cats here, reading what we write! I'm Autumn, and I've been at this place for a week now. I'm a foster kitten. I'm about 4 1/2 months old, and I'm a double-fanged monster! Rawr! No, actually I'm a sweet baby who is teething right now, because I just got my adult teeth but still have my baby teeth. That means I like to chomp on arms and legs, but I'm always careful not to break the skin. I have very good manners! I even use soft paws on my foster purrents, instead of clawing (at least most of the time).

I'm also very smart! In a week, I've learned to ask for petting and for up, just like Tabby and Heimdall do! I also know how to hop into the stroller for a nap, and I know the best sleep spots in the house. I also do funny kitten stuff, like try to climb onto the desk by standing in the garbage can, spilling it over in the process. After I did that, I walked around the house with a used tissue on my back for a few minutes before I shook it off! Foster Mommy didn't have the camera handy at the moment, though!

My other people had to give me up. My other mommy loves me very much, but she split up with my other daddy and couldn't take me to college with her. I couldn't stay with my other daddy, either. My other mommy is a student of Foster Mommy's, so she called Foster Mommy and arranged to bring me to this home. At the time, my name was Doug and my other people thought I was a little boykit. I guess they never checked to see once I got old enough! My foster purrents quickly changed my name once they saw I was a little girlkit.

This is why I'm now named Autumn. My orange spot looks just like a leaf landed on my little head! Everyone loves my colors. There is another kitty here who looks like me and her name is Missy. She doesn't really like me much, because she thinks I'm taking Foster Daddy away from her. No, I'm not! I just like sitting with him and snuggling because I spent most of my first day here in his lap being petted.

At first, I was overwhelmed by all the big kitties here. At my other home, I was an only kitten, so this was a complete change! I hissed at everyone, but then I realized that they were only curious. I was curious, too! I saw something waving around, so I crouched low in the chair and tracked it. Suddenly, I made up my mind to grab it, so I pounced! One of the big cats turned to look at me and jerked the waving thing away. It was Heimdall's tail! Now, every time I see that tail, I go play with it. It's the best toy in the world, and the big cat attached to it, Heimdall, doesn't even mind unless I try to bite!

I also like playing with Dare, who is my size even though she's older than I am. I like playing chase up and down the hallway with her, even though I can't leap as high as she does. She hops to the top of the roll-top desk, and I can't get that far even with an in-between jump. I try to get Rori to play sometimes, and she played a little with me yesterday around a box, but then she swatted at me and I got scared. She was confused because I ran off, so she apologized to me by touching noses with me later on to tell me she was sorry. All these big cats are two to five times my size, except for Dare and Missy. That's big!

I like my foster home, but I would really love a home of my own. I'm very social, smart, and friendly to humans and other cats. I'm up-to-date on all my shots, but still need to be spayed. My foster purrents are going to make an appointment for that next week, probably.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Mommy says she may give me some nummies
like I'm eating in this picture today, because it's my Gotcha Day Anniversary!
Cool! The last time I got some wet-food nummies was when Grandma gave
us some of her TOONA. Mommy and Daddy don't eat that stuff, but they
promised to give me some of a can of wet cat food. That's just fine
with me! Yummy!

In case you missed it, the big family
news was on our bloggie yesterday, about Grandma. I'm still not used to
not having her around, but things are getting better around here.
Grandpa came by last night and I actually let him see me! Not only let
him, but wanted him to follow me down the hall and into the room where
my cave is! I didn't want him to pet me, but I did want him to see
where my cave is. My purrents were so happy! That's a big step for me,
because I'm actually the shyest one of the clowder, even though I'm the
Big Kitty of the House (read: alpha cat).

It's now 7
years since I first met my forever family! Did you know that that's how old Mama Lydia was when I first
met her? Mama Lydia was Uncle Skylar's sister, and she was Big Kitty
before me. She taught me everything about being Big Kitty in the year
that I knew her. She even let me snuggle with her! I can't believe I'm
as old as she was then! Of course, she was sick at that point and
I'm relatively healthy, so that makes a lot of difference. The only
major health problems I have are my weight and the cataract taking over
my left eyeball. Those don't stop me when I really want to do
something, though, even climbing up the ladder to the bunk bed to
snuggle with Mommy while she naps like I did last week, playing with my
little sister Little Bit, or keeping tabs on the household. I just keep
on keeping on!

My brother was gotcha'd to be a foster kitten here at the same time I was gotcha'd, but then he was adopted out. I got to stay! My first human mommy was Mommy Erin, who lived with us at that time.

This is the first picture of me, right after Mommy picked me out of the middle of a spare tire in the neighbor's yard and handed me to Mommy Erin. Mommy Erin had seen my brother and me crossing the street and ran in to tell Mommy and Daddy. Of course, there was no question what was going to happen!

Friday, September 5, 2014

This is one of our favorite pictures of Grandma. That's who the little girl was in our Wordless Wednesday post this week! Grandma was Mommy's mommy, and she was living with us for the last 7 months. She died of cancer on August 8th, so we're very sad about that. There have been a lot of changes around here lately, things moving around, people coming in and out, meeting new people who are relatives whom we've never seen before, and different schedules.

Our purrents say we're a houseful of therapy cats, which is a good thing! Having Tabby in our family has taught us all to be mindful of our purrents' emotions and behaviors, so when they first heard the news, we all offered ourselves to be petted and to purr for them. Grandpa (Mommy's dad, who was divorced from Grandma ages ago) came over and immediately got three lap-sitters! We've all been extremely snuggly and attentive to Mommy and Daddy and social with other people who have come by to offer help and condolences.

Heimdall was the closest to Grandma, and became her "furry doctor". He would sneak into her room to do his rounds, walking under the desk, then around to check out underneath the hospital bed, then walk to the far wall and look up at her when she was lying in bed. Then, most of the time, he'd go under the rocking chair and have to be caught to be taken out of the room. If Grandma was in the rocking chair, he'd go over to her for pets. None of us could be on Grandma's lap, because she had cancer and so her immune system was compromised by the chemo and radiation. After she died, Heimdall went in to do his rounds and was very concerned when he didn't see her on the bed. He hopped up onto the bed and immediately shrunk because he could tell she hadn't been there for a week. She had been in the hospital for a few days before she died, so by the time Heimdall went into her room it had been almost two weeks since she'd last slept in her bed. Heimdall immediately let Mommy pick him up and snuggle him, then Freya came over to lick him on the head when he was set in the hallway. He still pulls on Grandma's door at least twice a day, hoping that she'll reappear.

Tabby is the only one of us who knew that humans could die. She'd encountered death smells and "not there" smells, as well as ministered to dying friends on her visits, so she's been trying to help the rest of us through this. However, without direct experience, it's hard for us to visualize one of our people being "not there". It's a different "not there" than when fosters have been adopted. This "not there" leaves an empty place that's sad, instead of a happy-sad one, and we don't like it.

Mommy let us smell the death smells on Grandma's things when they were retrieved from the hospital, but that only helped a little. Human death smells, while similar, are still different enough from kitty death smells that we don't know if what we smelled really was a death smell. Our purrents say it was, but we can't be sure. All we know is that our third purrson is missing from our lives.

We love you, Grandma! We miss you very much, and wish you were here to give us leg pets and hand pets, knit blankets for us, and tell us how much you love us, too. If you were here, Heimdall would purr his best motorboat purr for you! We know you are at the Bridge, so we will see you again. We hope your spirit will come visit us like the spirits of our furry family members Skylar and Spooky.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Tabby: I'm going to miss you, Panther! Panther: What's a forever home, Tabby? Tabby: You'll find out very soon! That lady who was just here wants you to come live with her and her other cat.Panther: Really?

Monday, she came back, and Panther was ready!

Foster Mommy says it's time to get ready for going to my new home!

Down the ladder I go!

New life, here I come!

Now where is everyone? I want to say goodbye first!

Goodbye, Tigress! Goodbye Tabby! Anyone in the living room to say goodbye to?

New mommy Cai came over and Missy wanted to horn in on the attention! After she realized Cai was focused on me, Missy decided to leap up to the table tray. This is her getting ready to launch herself off to the table tray.

Hi, new mommy Cai! I like how you pet my tummy, but I'm not sure about coming closer for attention right now.

Missy: What do you mean, I have to move? Didn't she bring this portable cave just for me?
Panther: Nope, it's for me! I'm the one leaving! If you go, then who will snuggle with Daddy when he sleeps?
Missy: Oh, I didn't think about that. I don't want to leave my daddy!
Mommy: *scruffs Missy and pulls her out, with Cai's help to keep her from holding onto the sides with her claws*
Panther: Ok, now my turn!
Mommy: *makes Panther get in the carrier by putting him seat-first through the door when the carrier is on-end*
Panther: *cries* Why did you have to put me in there like that? I do want to go to my new home, but the car ride is a little scary and I don't like being cooped up in this carrier. *scrabbles at the sides and door, trying to get out*
Cai: It's ok, Panth! I'll let you out to explore once we get home.

I have a new brofur! His name is Beastie, and he's a fluffy white kitty. He swatted me once to tell me that he's the alpha cat in the household, and otherwise hisses or ignores me. Within two hours, I was snuggled at Mommy Cai's feet while she and Beastie took naps. I actually took a nap, too, because all this excitement wore me out! I like my new home, but it's weird not having the others here. I looked for them and called to them, but they didn't come out of hiding so I guess it's just the three of us here at this new place called a forever home. I like my forever home! I've been sticking to Mommy Cai like velcro, following her from room to room and talking non-stop. This bothers Beastie, so he's been pouting, but Mommy Cai gives him a lot of attention, too, so he feels included. She says this is the best transition she's ever had for a new kitty!

Mommy Cai is friends with Foster Mommy on Facebook, so Foster Mommy can share updates on how I'm doing. Everyone's sure that it won't be long until Beastie and I are great friends! I love you all, and thank you for being friends with me!

Mommy Cai and Foster Mommy told me that I'm a very special kitty who was sent to Mommy Cai for a reason. Mommy Cai had a black kitty "visit" her, walk down a hallway, and disappear. That was a couple months after I got over my pneumonia and became available for adoption, so Foster Mommy told Mommy Cai about me. Mommy Cai had another kitty, Spot, but Spottie was really sick so he needed round-the-clock care. Mommy Cai couldn't bring a new kitty into her life (and the household) while she was providing hospice to Spot. After Spot died, Beastie cried for him for hours on end. While Mommy Cai and Beastie are still grieving for Spot, I hope I can help ease their grief and lonlieness. I can also provide playtime for Beastie!

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Yay, it's my birthday! Happy 7th birthday to me, and to my brother, Knut, also! He lives with a friend of Mommy's, but it's his birthday, too, because we were from the same litter. We were born in a backyard in SE Portland, Oregon. Our mom-cat was a feral named Rachel, and my dad-cat is a pet cat named Spongebob. He's also Little Bit's dad-cat, but her mom-cat was named Boo-Boo Kitty and Little Bit's younger than I am.

Here's a picture of Auntie Tabby helping me learn about footstools, down, and up. Wasn't I a cute kitten? This was taken soon after I was caught and learned about inside and humans. I was about 5 weeks old in this picture.

Here's a picture of Auntie Tabby snuggling with my brother, Knut. He was named Neo at the time, because he's got color points on his ears and tail. He's also got a spot on his face, and a pink spot on one ear.

This is a silly picture of my brother, all grown up. He's pretending to be a jedi!

I'm going to celebrate my birthday by saying hi to Grandma and letting her pet me like I did yesterday. I may even let Mommy brush my fur!

Thursday, July 31, 2014

It was one year ago today that I left my earthly family and gained my angel wings. I know that they still miss me terribly. I don't know what made me not notice the car coming, or what made me try right then to cross the street, which I normally never did. You might say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Or was I? Because I left for the Bridge, my sister decided that she could start to come inside. She thought it was my territory before, so she didn't want to intrude on a place she considered to be only mine. We shared most territory, but she didn't want to try to come inside while I was alive. When she came back from her walkabout a couple months after I flew to the Bridge, she immediately decided inside was a good place! Now she's almost as comfortable inside as I was!

I miss you, sissy Tigress, and I miss all of my inside family, my purrents, and all my friends. Love to you from the Bridge!

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Hey, Sis! Did you hear that? It's our 4th Gotcha Day Annifursary! Remember when we were just kittens and Mommy and Daddy came to Salem Friends of Felines to get us? They said we looked just like Uncle Skylar and Auntie Lydia and they wanted us to be their very own kittens! I remember being excited and scared at the same time and hiding in the back of the carrier.

What was that, Brother? Oh, yeah. I remember being at Salem Friends of Felines in the kitten room. We were the oldest kittens in there, and I took over as the foster "mom" to the littlest ones who needed someone to mentor them. You were the only one I let pretend nurse on me, though, and that was only because you're my brother. I remember that ride to our new home. I didn't want to leave the kitten room at all, but once we got in the car I wanted out of the carrier and kept reaching my paws through to hold onto Mommy and Daddy.

When we got home, I remember that we explored everything, with our new family trailing along behind watching what we were doing and trying to get to know us. That was an adventure, and a fun one at that! I'm so glad that Mommy saw your picture and Daddy saw mine, so that we found a home together, since we're littermates. I'm glad we found this home to call our own!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Skylar, it's now four years since you left us, and in many ways I still can't believe it. I know you visit us from time to time, along with our other angels, but it seems surreal to think that it's been this long already. Your daddy and I still smile and laugh at how similar Heimdall, the one you found for me, behaves to how you used to behave. Just yesterday, he was trying to mooch cinnamon rolls from your grandma and me after sneaking in somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. Is it any wonder we gave him your name as his middle name?
Skylar, you came into my life chowing down on a tomato in my garden, and the night before you went to the Bridge you yowled one last time for your yummy food. Thanks for letting me be part of your life and for embracing all of us. No matter how many years it becomes, we never will forget you!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Tabby and Carbon: Mommy? Daddy? Please tell us the story about how you adopted us!

The PDX pride mommy and daddy gather the two nine-year-olds onto their laps and begin to tell the story, petting the purring kitties as they talk.

Nine years ago, two little kittens were waiting in a wire cage on the porch of the feed store in Clatskanie, Oregon. One was striped and swirled, and one was all black and long-haired. The tortoiseshell was a little, 4-week-old girl and the black one was a little, 5-week-old boy. They were from two litters that had been dropped off to be given away, and were the last ones left. It was a hot, summer day. The kittens had a litter box, a water bowl, and a bowl of dry food in the cage.

A man and lady drove past. The people were going on a date to Long Beach, Washington. The lady saw the sign on the feed store that said "Free Kittens". All the way down to the beach and all the way back, the man kept on telling the lady, "I want a puddy. Remind me to stop on the way back so we can look at the kittens!" The lady was going to adopt two adult cats of her own, but the man wanted a cat or cats, too, because he loved kitties and had always had them in his life.

When the people stopped, the feed store was about to close for the day. The lady smiled as she saw the cages for a bunny and for the kittens, because she'd had a dream years before that had that exact scene in it! The man rushed right over to the kitten cage and scooped up the little black kitten. The kitten crawled up his chest and curled around his neck. The lady took the little tabby kitten out, and she snuggled right into the lady's elbow.

After a few minutes, the people traded kittens and went inside. The clerk brought out a cardboard box with holes in it and put the kittens inside. Once in the truck, the people opened the box to pet the kittens. "What are you going to name them?" asked the lady. "Tabby and Carbon," answered the man, smiling. "A friend has two that look like these, and I helped pick them out, so these two are going to be named after them." Tabby spent the trip looking out the window, trying to climb the man, and trying to explore. Carbon got sick in the box and the lady cleaned it up for him.

The people stopped at a pet store to get supplies for the little ones, since the man had not planned on coming home with any furry friends! When the box was opened at the man's house, the people lifted the kittens out and showed them where their new litter box, food, and water all were. Carbon hopped into a smelly work boot and fell asleep! Tabby wanted to investigate and was especially interested in the strawberry cake the lady was eating. The lady put her on the couch, where she promptly took a nosedive into the cake! Carbon woke up and helped the people clean Tabby up.

The people settled on the couch to watch a movie and watch the kittens play. Some time later, they realized the house was too quiet. Where had those kittens got to? Not under the bed! Not in the spare room! Not under the couch! How about in the dresser? There, in the top two drawers, were the kittens, fast asleep! They yawned and blinked at the people when the drawers were pulled out. They had used the backs of the drawers as stair steps!

Saturday, July 5, 2014

I almost made a break for it three times yesterday! *shudders* Grandma was not closing the door in decent time and not realizing she wasn't
closing the door all the way. Daddy and Mommy both yelled at her for it,
but she understood why. Daddy held me in his arms while Grandma and Mommy did fireworks in
the driveway. They couldn't go any further away (like to a parking lot
or some such place) due to health issues, but they could be outside the
house. They felt really bad that it scared me, though. None of the others
reacted badly. Most liked the lights in the sky!

Friday, July 4, 2014

Wow! Happy Independence Day, America! We're thankful that we live in this great country, where our people have so many freedoms! That means they also have the freedom to be our purrents, and we have the freedom to live and be chosen as their fur family.

Today is very special for Mommy and her parents (our grandpurrents) every year, because before Mommy was born, she jumped around in Grandma's tummy when the big booms went off during the firework show! She wasn't supposed to be born until September, but she was just too excited to come out to see what all that racket was about! Her birthday's not for a little over a week, though. So she waited a little while. Growing up, Mommy's parents told her that story as part of the 4th of July celebration each year, and everyone still smiles about it now. So for her, it's part and parcel of what the 4th is all about.

Enjoy the food, festivities, and fun! Don't get too scared of the fireworks, make sure your purrents give you a safe place to be during the big booms, and keep your collar on (and keep inside) with all the excitement!

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One of our internet friends on HubPages gave us our nickname of "PDX pride". Mommy's "name" on there is KT pdx (her initials plus the airport code for Portland, Oregon, the closest airport to where we live). So, when we started hijacking her account to write hubs sometimes, someone there dubbed us the PDX pride, as in a pride of lions, because there's so many of us. The name stuck, and we think it definitely fits!